Tales of Idolatry

Do not weep do not mourn Do not move like a pawn Back into his tight grasp For that mans like an asp Cleopatra is gone thanks To his venomous pranks Oh the fatal bite Delivered so trite Vipera aspis, get lost You too, Naja Haja, tossed Like a common adder Becoming cannon fodder Vipera berus berus All green eyed, jealous Follows the woman around Copulation one bound To lose in mating season The dance of the adders, reason No rear up, push his head under Else, white flag it, blunder